Look Up, Mate. DE

[Spoken Intro] Right — listen up, you beautiful mob. Before everybody starts filming their beer… have a look outside for a second. The sun’s up, the water’s shining, the gulls are carrying on like it’s a bloody public holiday… And what are we all doing? Staring at a little rectangle in our hand. Nah, mate. Not tonight. Put it away. Look up. And let’s have a cold one. [Verse 1] Sunrise paints the water gold, Gulls are wheeling, wild and bold, But every head is bowed down low, Watching little lights glow. There’s a wave breaking clean and white, There’s a mate waving left and right, But nobody sees the morning shine— Everybody’s scrolling down the line. [Pre-Chorus] Put it in your pocket, mate, The world won’t wait, It’s slipping past your eyes. [Chorus] Look up, mate, look up! The sky ain’t on a screen, Look up, mate, look up! There’s more than what you’ve seen. The sun don’t need a filter, The ocean don’t need likes, So put that bloody phone away And look up at the lights! [Verse 2] Down at the pub on Friday night, A room full of people, none in sight, Everyone filming what they eat, While the band’s sweating in the heat. Old mate's telling stories loud, About the road, the rain, and the crowd, But half the table’s somewhere else— Trading life for likes for themselves [Pre-Chorus] Put it in your pocket, mate, Before it’s too late, The good times don’t replay. [Chorus] Look up, mate, look up! The sky ain’t on a screen, Look up, mate, look up! There’s more than what you’ve seen. The sun don’t need a filter, The ocean don’t need likes, So put that bloody phone away And look up at the lights! [Bridge] There’s a kid on a bike with the wind in his hair, There’s an old man laughing like he hasn’t a care, There’s a sunset burning from the bay to the hills, And it don’t need a screen to give you chills. So drop the bloody thing, let it rattle and ring, Come back to the world where the wild birds sing— ’Cause the best bits of life ain’t behind no glass, They’re right here, mate, while the moments pass. [Final Verse] Monday morning, city bound, Everyone staring at the ground, But I saw a bloke by the river bend, Watching the tide like an old friend. He said, “Son, the years roll fast, And the good times never seem to last, So when the light hits golden and the sea breeze calls, Put it down, look around—before the moment falls.” [Final Chorus] Look up, mate, look up! The sky ain’t on a screen, Look up, mate, look up! There’s more than what you’ve seen. The sun don’t need a filter, The ocean don’t need likes, So put that bloody phone away— And look up at the lights! [Outro] Look up… look up… The river’s still running, Look up… look up… The birds are still calling, Look up… look up… Before the day is done— There’s a whole wide world, mate, And it’s waiting for everyone! [Spoken Outro] [Music softens, clean guitar,, sea wind] You know… the world’s still out there. It’s in the morning light on the water, in an old mate’s laugh across the table, in a wave that turns up right when you need it. It don’t ask for a like. It don’t need an update. It just keeps on giving— if you’re willing to look up. So tomorrow, when the sun comes up… put the phone in your pocket, take a deep breath of that fresh air, And remember, mate— the best things in life are the ones that last...... “Look up, mate!”...........